"Benjamin, send someone to find him now," Barrett ordered. "If you fail, don't bother coming back." Benjamin, although clearly reluctant, accepted the task. As the evening wore on, the mood in the banquet hall began to shift. Guests, who had come in anticipation, started preparing themselves to leave, their excitement replaced by disappointment. Evelyn, her tone casual yet cutting, remarked, "The Lowell Family has truly outdone themselves this time. Everyone's bound to be let down." Seraphina chimed in, her voice dripping with self-importance, "Well, this 'everyone' certainly does not include me." Evelyn pushed her away gently. "You're heartless," she muttered. Seraphina simply smiled, unbothered by the insult. "I'll head to the restroom.""Go ahead," Evelyn replied, barely sparing her a second thought. However, instead of heading in the direction of the restroom, Seraphina turned and made her way up the stairs, toward the guest rest area. She passed room after room, each one more ordinary than the last, but she lingered briefly by each door, as though listening for something—or someone—inside. When she reached the innermost room, her curiosity piqued by the faint sounds emanating from within, she paused. Through the slightly ajar door, she could see a woman, and she was moaning. As Seraphina moved closer, she caught sight of a figure standing in the room—a tall man, his back straight, his posture exuding confidence. He was dressed in a white shirt and black trousers. Though she couldn't see his face from where she stood, Seraphina's instincts told her that this man was undoubtedly handsome. His presence alone seemed to radiate a kind of quiet allure. She took another glance, confirming with a subtle shake of her head that this was not the man she was looking for. She turned to leave, but just as she did, she overheard a soft, coquettish voice from inside the room. "George," the woman inside purred, "Can you help me?" The name hit Seraphina like a bolt of lightning. George? She froze, her mind racing. The tall figure in front of her, the one she had just written off as unimportant, was none other than George himself. While everyone outside waited in vain for his appearance, here he was, having a secret meeting with some seductive woman. His actions seemed to paint a very different picture from the esteemed doctor everyone had been waiting for. "I can't unbutton my clothes. Can you help me?" came the woman's voice again, more teasing than before. Her eyes were full of allure, and her red lips parted sensually, an invitation in every gesture. Just as Seraphina was about to step away, intending to leave this unsavory scene behind, a voice interrupted her. It was deep, low, and slightly hoarse, carrying with it an unexpected edge of scorn. "Your cheeks have been sculpted, your nose padded, you've had double eyelid surgery, your eye corners lifted. Your forehead's been injected with hyaluronic acid, your lips plumped, and your chest enhanced with silicone. And don't get me started on your waist. You've had surgery everywhere, from head to toe. A silicone doll. Do you really think I'd be interested in someone like you?" The words struck her like a slap in the face. Seraphina stood frozen in shock. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. How dare he exposed her like this, right in front of the woman? Was he not worried about being silenced? The once seductive woman, whose charm had been evident just moments ago, suddenly turned pale. Her fingers trembled as she pointed accusingly at George. "You..." In a blur of motion, the woman raised her hand, as if to strike him, but George was faster. He caught her wrist, and his voice was cool as he spoke."Your movements are too intense. Any kind of vigorous action could compress the silicone inside you, causing it to rupture." The woman's face drained of color at the warning. She quickly stilled, no longer daring to move. "You are shameless," she spat, her voice seething with fury. George, however, seemed unbothered by her words. He simply released her wrist and turned away, his focus shifting. His gaze, calm yet piercing, met Seraphina's outside the door. Seraphina, despite her earlier suspicions, found herself caught off guard. She had known George was supposed to be handsome, but seeing him in person was an entirely different experience. His features were striking, deep, and chiseled with a precision that made him almost unnaturally handsome. A few strands of slightly long hair fell across his golden-framed glasses, giving him a scholarly appearance, but there was a coldness in his demeanor, a restrained beauty that seemed to demand respect.